Fu Qiyue stood by the door of the resting room, her clear eyes examining Huo Yirong and Su Jingshu.
From her viewpoint, she clearly saw their intimate proximity.
She thought to herself, her plan to form an alliance through marriage with the Huo family might be dashed.
Her elder brother adores her on normal days, but unfortunately, she couldn't do anything.
She caught Su Jingshu's eye and smiled, it was a smile that didn't show embarrassment.
Immediately, Fu Qiyue widened her eyes, and opened her red lips slightly, a look of disbelief plastered on her face.
She saw Su Jingshu turn around and throw herself into Huo Yirong's arms as he prepared to leave.
Before he could push her away, Su Jingshu teetered on her toes and sealed his lips with hers.
His sensuous lips tasted rather appealing.
Su Jingshu was acutely aware of their warmth, their exquisitely restrained curvature, and the uniquely intoxicating masculine scent.